Outer space.
Beside a lake in the Ecological Zone stood a manor with red walls and golden tiles. Two simple piers had been built along the shore. Wang Ping was currently seated on one of them, fishing, with Bu Qiong and Quan Wen keeping him company while Yulian played in the lake.
Wang Ping looked utterly relaxed. His fishing rod rested casually by his feet, and from time to time he picked up the teacup on the small table beside him for a sip. Nearby, Lesser Demons carried teapots and used secret arts to maintain the tea's temperature, respectfully stepping forward every so often to refill his cup.
"This place is truly wonderful. If only we could keep drinking tea and fishing here forever."
Quan Wen sighed softly.
Wang Ping raised his head to look at the barrier sustaining the sky. Artificial mist within it served as clouds, while formations maintained a constant temperature throughout the Ecological Zone. He did not respond to Quan Wen's sigh.
Bu Qiong, holding her fishing rod, glanced at Wang Ping and continued, "Didn't we spend countless resources building this place precisely so that we could cultivate in peace here forever?"
Just as Quan Wen was about to speak, Wang Ping's fishing rod moved. A carp about a foot long had taken the hook.
As Wang Ping reeled it in, he said to Quan Wen, "If you have something to say, just say it. I'll do my utmost for anything I can handle. After all, the Taiyan Sect has a base here as well. It is only right that I contribute my share."
Bu Qiong and Quan Wen exchanged looks, and Quan Wen said, "It is still about the Central Sky Mountain Range. We want to build a Daoist temple there. It need not be